It was maybe a year and a half ago now... I was sitting in a pub and chatting with a girl I liked for over 7 years, one that I haven't met in quite some time until then...

At first, I was absolutely thrilled- we were practically alone in our little corner, she was telling me about her past, failed loves, and I was quietly sipping my icy pina colada, absorbing her every word in a hallucinating stupor induced by her presence...However, as time passed, I was somehow more and more convinced that she was not actually interested in me, but needed someone to open her heart to and share her burden... I slowly started to lose hope and to drift away, expecting that we soon part our ways with a casual goodbye.

As I drank the last of my cocktail, I absent-mindedly commented on how I sometimes like eating ice, not afraid that I'd look weird in her eyes- after all, I thought I had no chance with her anyways... I popped an ice cube into my mouth, and waited for it to melt, when she told me she'd like to try and taste the ice, too... I looked, confused, at my empty glass- and she told me 'no, I want the one you have'...

Then, something happened, something I could only think of as magic at the moment. I let her have the ice cube... and that was our first kiss.